I feel like I'm at the bottom of a well, calling up. It's sort of hard to talk to people like this. I am emotionally exhausted, burned out, the candle's burnt at both ends.
I do have more to worry about, just a little. I had a pre-surgery test today and got a phone call a few hours but it's probably incidental. Hoping I don't have to have a bigger surgery a few weeks from now. The ramp was too steep at the radiology place and I was terrified my scooter would tip backwards. The office staff was hateful--then the technician who rescued me from the waiting room turned out to be a former friend from when our kids were tiny. Embarrassing to have her there, but I would rather have her there! It's not really the way I wanted to get reacquainted. She assured me of privacy.
I hate all of this. No one in "RL" would even believe me, well, few. Not that I need them to know, but I wish people would extend some patience, some understanding, some recognition why I can't do what someone is asking me to do.
I've learned who I can count on at times like this--those who see me and turn away or even laugh and those who offer comfort. There are a lot of good people, but there are also people who show their character, not that any of us are perfect by any means. I understand busy-ness, no question; it's the response that interests me.